fete du poesie, parti six

i hope my french is correct. i’m a little rusty…



ok one last favourite: this poet is care of Hilary Friesen, our fair president with a flare for chairing a meeting! Hilary mentioned quite a few poets among her faves, the exceptional Vs. by Kerry Ryan (i had the pleasure of interviewing her last year – check it out – here!!) and the marvelous this is a small northern town by Rosanna Deerchild! (click on their names for more info on each)

“…but my favourite,” said Hilary, “would have to be Emily Dickinson!”

“sigh!” went the rest of us in the room.


Emily Dickinson is an amazing literary voice! her legacy has inspired morose agoraphobics with a penchant for the poetic for centuries. just kidding.

but Dickinson is one of those poets whose mythology is remembered as much as her work.

she is a force to be reckoned with, so let’s try to reckon with her a bit right now! check out her profile on poets.org – here!!!

and don’t miss this pretty little diddy by Michael Ryan – My Favourite Poet: Emily Dickinson



sitting purdy!


I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
by Emily Dickinson


I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –  

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum – 
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –  

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here – 

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down – 
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –

that’s it. tomorrow is may. i wonder what may will bring….


big, heartfelt cheers, kate

Katherena Vermette